Chapter CDXXI: Mono-dia-monologue ~Multehx

Multehxio groaned as he slumped back onto the bed in the cell. How long had he been here now: two, probably three hours with nothing to do? Grumbling in protest he kicked the wall deftly, causing little more than a resounding clang from the metal boot. Caging him, confining him like this, it just wasn't right. And for what; a little fun and games? A brief romp through the village? His artistic touches to this and that?

"Psht," the biot closed his eyes and placed his top hat over his face, "this town is nothing but stiffs."

A low groan caused a smirk to spread over his face, and he felt as if someone else in the cell, or even closer, was stirring. *Tell me about it. We're in Kippo now?*

Multehxio grinned. "Yep."

*Dammit, I told you to wake me if we were ever changing dimensions and you were in the saddle. Remember the arangements?*

The smile slowly faded as the visible resident of the cell sighed. He remembered. It had been a few years since the Agent and the Oddball had crossed paths. TGS had been locked in that underground chamber of his Pharaoh for centuries, as he was sealed there when the jerk died, to "amuse him for all of the afterlife." That's what they said, but the pharaoh had never ventured in spirit down to his holding quarters. TGS hated it. He was simply another trophy to the man's great ego; the living deity of all that was random was his servant and he intended to keep it that way.

Then, a couple of reckless adventurers had broken in. For some knowledge about something he recalled. Those two had been the key, especially the "leader" whose body he now inhabited. Though, it wasn't simply body stealing, TGS had saved Multehx from being brought to an early doom, but the two were apparently trapped in his chambers, so they talked. Eventually, an agreement was reached.

A Mutual Possession, that's what they called it. TGS would be able to live in this mortal's mind and body, and would be allowed control over it a portion of the time the two spent together. Normally such spirits would probably be a bit miffed at playing backseat to someone who's life they saved, but TGS was desperate, he needed out, and this way he'd be treated to a show like no other, and he wouldn't have to lift a finger. And hey, he did get a timeshare with the body, so all seemed fair to him.

Multehxio was jerked back to the present as the sensation equivalent to a punch in the shoulder resounded in his mind. He rubbed the bruised feeling body part. "Geeze, what?"

*I was talking, and you were zoning on me again. I asked you a question.*

"I wasn't zoning, I just didn't hear you, I have things on my mind too, you know."

*You do, hunh.*

"As a matter of fact, I do." Multehxio grinned smugly.

*...is this about cartoons again? 'Cause I swear, if it is, I'm taking it back by force! Auuuhh...my head...dammit, what were we doing?*

The deity glared and folded his arms. "For your information, this time it wasn't. I was thinking about my own body again. How to get it back."

*You're like, a sorta god, aren't you? Why not just make another out of thin air; I swear I've suggested this to you before and you've never given me a straight answer.*

He sighed, groaning slightly as he pulled the hat a little higher. "Because I can't."

*Why the hell not?*

"...stop asking already."

The two seemed to sit there for another eternity (probably three, maybe four straight minutes really). Multehxio crossed a leg over the other, bent up, boot on the bed.

*Well, where are they?*

"I'm not an encyclopaedia, ask him."

Multehx let out a sigh in his disembodied state. *Fine, I will. BODY, where is everyone else who was affiliated with me? Good guys first please.*

Multehxio listened in with half interest. After all, he was curious where that orange jerk who caused him to end up here and the ever stick-in-the-mud Yoshi6400 were. Multehxio knew 6400, and Multehxio did not like 6400. True, the two hadn't met face to face until a bit ago, but the embodiment of all that was random knew well of this other god; totally serious, no joking around, little humor in his possession and not the most tolerant of it. Multehxio hated those kinds of people; especially the ones powerful and influential enough to bring others to their way of thinking.

Multehx nodded internally, taking it all in. *Ok, so even BODY has no idea where any folks are, except that many are at an inn in this town, if they haven't left already, in which case we should immediately find a way out so we can catch up and thrash them for leaving us.*

Multehxio grinned. "I like how you think."

*I'd ask about Havering but, something tells me I don't have to wait long. And, those other two...*

There was silence again. Dead silence. A faucet dripped steadily, the rusty-tinted water splashing down the drain almost instantly. Multehxio knew just who he meant; their thoughts did mesh and cross at points really.

*It's all my fault you know, really. Don't argue that it isn't.*

Multehxio sighed as a response.

*I'm the cause, I'm the magnet, and I was the catalyst, especially for Nonth."

"Maybe so, but, I don't see your involvement with-"

*T'Lucan? Yeah...I don't know how he came about either. But I know I'm the cause of that. Because I know him. Better than anyone.*

"...Yeah. Is he then...?"

*Yes. He definitely is. Doesn't get much more real than that. Wonder what he's up to...know how to find out.*

Multehxio quirked a brow, one eye opening to gaze into the dark interior of his hat. "And how's that now?"

*Since he is who he is, occasionally, if I try hard, very hard, I can think the same way. Sometimes, I can pick up on what he's thinking right now...or perhaps it's a few hours ago. I don't question something much if it works.*

Stretching out, the biot got comfortable on the bed, closing his eye again. "Right. So, what's he up to?"

*It's very hot. He really hates spiders, just like me. Probably just ran across a big one so– yeah, he just killed it, and thinks its funny how he did. He's…looking for someone.*

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Tehxnot'lucan groaned. He almost slipped again; footing in this desert was atrocious. But, he didn't stop but forged along. His claws still glistened at the tips from the blood of the spiderlegs he had deftly slain minutes ago. Flying would evade them, but would no doubt spook the humans he was searching for.

The cause of this "war" on Fa'Diel. He had to meet with this man. He had business with Mr Tipsot; a proposition. A demonic grin crossed his face. He smelled them ahead, two of them– humans. Probably guards, meaning he was close to wherever the disgruntled ex-guardian was. Making sure his sword was very well hidden by supernatural means, he crossed the distance between he and the two.